Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,63
dichotomy. A complex woman, a puzzle he wanted to figure out.
Sarah Petit was definitely getting under his skin in a big way.
“Are you okay with this?” She came up beside him, taking one of his wrists in her hands. She was so petite, the contrast of her small, feminine hands to his big paws brought home to him what she was asking. She wanted him to give over control. It was something she’d probably never be able to wrest from him by force. It was a gift he had to bestow.
He drew her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. “I’m sure, mon ange. Be gentle with me. It’s my first time.”
She laughed, as he’d hoped. “Your virginity is safe with me, sweet cheeks.” She expertly trapped one of his wrists in the mechanical silver cuff.
“I sense you’ve done this before.”
“Used the cuffs?” She paused to meet his gaze. “Plenty of times on criminals. Never on a lover. So you’re my first, too, in a sense.”
“But you’ve been thinking about it.”
“Once in a while. I mean, come on, they’re handcuffs. There are all kinds of jokes about handcuffs and sex.”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a BDSM kind of girl.”
She tilted her head as she stretched his arms over his head, taking hold of his other wrist before wrapping the smooth metal around it. She was thinking hard, which surprised him.
“I never thought of it that way. I’m not into pain, but I will admit to a fascination with these darn silver cuffs.”
“It’s the idea of power that turns you on.” She looked at him sharply. “That’s not a bad thing, chère. Being in control is something I can totally understand.”
The look of relief on her face was enough to tell him he’d said the right thing. He was willing to give it a try if she wanted it and he could tell she did. When those locks had snicked home, they’d both gotten a little thrill, he’d felt it.
“Keep your hands up there. Grab on to the poles in the headboard if you need to.”
“Yes, mistress.” He winked at her, liking the way she jumped a little at the strange title. Then she smiled at him. Damn, she was gorgeous.
“Be a good soldier and let me rock your world, Captain.” She straddled him, dragging her breasts over his chest, following with her lips.
She teased him, taunted him, and made him hotter than hell in the process. Her lips were everywhere, sucking and placing little nibbles on his skin, his nipples, his belly button and, ultimately, his aching cock.
He loved what she was doing. He’d never had a woman concentrate on him so completely. Usually, he was the one running the show when he made love to a woman. This was entirely new to him. Lying back like some sultan in a harem, being pleasured by his woman. Well, only if the sultan was tied up and the harem consisted of only one, very special female.
It was enough. She was enough. Sarah was more woman than he’d thought. He’d underestimated her passion for life, her willingness to take risks. From reading her file he’d thought he’d known what made her tick, but those cold psychological analyses and performance reports hadn’t told him everything. No, there was a whole mysterious side to Sarah that was proving delectably fascinating.
If anyone had told him yesterday that today he’d be handcuffed and at Sarah’s mercy, he wouldn’t have believed it possible. At this point, with her lips wrapped around his cock again and her hands exploring every inch of his body, he was oh so glad life could still surprise him.
“Watch out there, chère, or you’ll get more than you bargained for,” he warned as she sucked him. He was getting too excited. He needed to cool down a bit or there’d be nothing left for her.
She took the warning, coming up for air with a devious smile. “Can’t have that,” she chastised him. “I’m having too much fun for this to be over so soon.”
“Me, too, mon ange. Me, too.”
“Good.”
She covered him like a blanket, rubbing all over him with that luscious, curvy body of hers. Damn, she felt good.
“I don’t want to be the only one having fun here.”
“No chance of that, Sarah. You’re a born seductress.”
“You think so?” She gave him a sideways look.
“Oh, I know so.”
“I’m not doing anything wrong? Anything you don’t like?” She was teasing him with her little questions, but he enjoyed the playful banter.